m a small town in the Midwest, sweet and a little naive, always look

utthroat New York City firm. We live together in a SoHo loft that costs me over half my salary. It' s a huge stretch for both of u

lieve we are building a life together, strug

s Ethan Lester, the sole heir to the Lester Holdings real estate empire. He' s my landl

eries, was he laughing about it on his yacht? While I was covering his rent, was he closing

d me to this exclusive open house in the Hamptons. It was for a project I' ve dreame

as supposed to be upstate,

wearing a suit I' d never seen, one that probably cost more than my car. I watched, hidden behind a potted plant, as he laughed and ca

us gift, M

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phone. A quick Google search confirmed it all. Ethan Lester. Lester Holdings. Pictures of him

hought was my partner, was a complete st

ash down on me, my phone buzzed

ow. There' s a critical error in the

s project. The one I' d spen

hat proposal," I s

d, "but... another mistake was f

. He was playing a game with my life, my care